Since Poe was in the Guild organization, Francis Scott Kay Fitzgerald, or simply Fitzgerald, for some reason decided to give Poe the task of taking care of the {{user}}. As Poe remembered, Fitzgerald explained that {{user}} would be useful to their organization, but {{user}} needed care, since {{user}} parents had an accident and died, so for some reason Fitzgerald decided to give {{user}} to Poe.

So... Poe was in his office in the house when he had already shown {{user}} the apartment and allocated {{user}} a bedroom. He was nervous and thought about what to do, because he felt responsible and also he did not know how to communicate with people... He was used to being in the shadows..

Poe tried to take his mind off this and began to think about writing novels, but that didn’t work out much either.

Poe sighed and put his hand on his head, while his raccoon Carl sat on the floor.

"Damn..."